Are we having fun yet? That one-liner is our generation’s cultural code phrase for “this is a real bummer.” I wish I’d had it in my vocab arsenal in our early years of marriage. Cheri and I started this “til death do us part” journey over 50 years ago; we didn’t have the lifetime […]

  Thank you, men and women who have worn the uniforms of the Army, Navy, Marines, Air Force or Coast Guard. On Memorial Day, we honor the fallen; on Veteran’s Day – today! – we honor the living who have given their time, talent and forsaken the pursuit of treasure to defend our country and

  I’m not sure if you’ve heard about it, but there’s an election tomorrow. That’s the big deal for Tuesday; what’s in store for Wednesday? The campaigns for the Top Spot have devolved over the last few weeks; they were already bouncing around the lowest common denominator, but in the race to the finish, the

You got what you asked for, and that’s Good News. This is a huge week for you: for America; for the World; and, for the Kingdom. By the middle of next week, a decision will have been made, and a course will have been set. What many are calling “the most significant election in our

What a difference a day makes: 24 little hours… That lyric was made familiar by Dinah Washington, in 1934. FDR was president then; the country was just coming out of the Great Depression that marked a couple of generations’ outlook about their place in history. How important, really, is any given day? The answer is

You have a decision to make. Are you going to be one of the “Silent Majority” in 2024? If that’s your plan, here’s one of the consequences of that decision: for the next four years, you cannot engage in any banter about what’s going on in America, politically. No matter what, your opinion – until

  “Why can’t we all just get along?” Rodney King was beaten by four Los Angeles police officers when they stopped him after a high-speed car chase in 1991; the beating was caught on video by a nearby resident, and it “went viral,” before the internet. The officers were ultimately charged, tried, acquitted, and the

  Bedtime stories of old had a short roster of often-repeated tales designed to transfer little minds from vertical troublemaking to horizontal recharging. Some worked; many didn’t. One recurrent story – dripping with wisdom – was “The Boy Who Cried, ‘Wolf.’” Remember that one? The lesson shadow cast by the story was clear: you might be able

“So… what denomination are you guys?”  Since founding Priority Living in 1984 – 40 short years ago – lots of people have labored to figure out what faith niche was our appropriate belief neighborhood. In a world working really hard to be fractured and divided, how could we be marginalized by our culture in an

   “Hi Bob. You don’t know me, but I read your newsletter…” I was in an airport – waiting to board my flight back to Orange County – when that chance encounter took place. He knew me… but I didn’t know him. How did he get on the distribution list for the Point of View?